I am moving house in the morning and I have been busy all day packing. I've just got into bed and as I lie here surrounded by loads of my possessions in boxes stacked up and all the posters stripped off my wall it has occurred to me that this is the last night I get to spend in my bedroom. And that was actually a very emotional thought (as pathetic as it sounds)... you know what, I'm going to miss this place and it's only just hit me that by mid-day tomorrow I will never come back.

Anyway, I'm moving back in with my parents which means no more paying rent and much closer to the uni where I hopefuly will do my masters.

It's a strange feeling knowing I will never see this room again after tomorrow.

Can't relate. I LOOOOOVE moving. After I live somewhere for a few years, life feels boring and routine. I move, and for like 1-2 years, life feels new and fresh. Our family has moved fours times. This year or next year I'll be moving out of my parents house.

Yes, that will be nice.

sweet mo more doing your laundry but then again mor whining about eating your food

I moved almost every 6 months after I graduated college until I bought my house, it always felt good to move but it was still a little sad to leave a place behind with so many memories.